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Kenji and CeeCee exiting any elite event:

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Everything Is Gonna Be Fine - File 005

Date: 3/5/215

Incoming signal: Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone in the wasteland listening to me? Fuck, this is hopeless…  We don’t even know if people are alive out there, we’ve never left the region because of the horror stories we’ve heard. CeeCee are you sure? …Yeah, right. Ahem! I’m Nate, I’m from the Eastern OQ region, and for the last ten years I’ve been fighting in, well to put it lightly, a pretty nasty civil war. The group I was with has been mostly killed or captured and our leader is missing, presumed dead. Please, if someone is out there and can hear this, we need supplies. Wait what’s- Shit! CeeCee get down they found-

Outgoing message: Nous vous entendons. Sur routre chemin.

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Date: 13/6/215

Location: Prison Complex, Ottowa, Ontario-Quebec Region

   Nate choked out a sob and wrapped the younger man in a tight, one-armed hug. Lewis was surprised at first but slowly leaned into it.

   “I’m okay.” he assured.  “I’m fine.”  Nate nodded, but didn’t let go. Lewis pushed him back.  “We’re on a bit of a time crunch, we can talk later.” he said softly but firmly. Nate took a deep breath.

   “Yeah... Yeah, of course.” he muttered, pulling back fully and looking into Lewis’ eyes for an answer. Lewis looked behind him at Zander.

   “Hey man, you good to move?”  Zander tried his best to sit up.

   “Not really, it’ll hurt like a bitch and I might lose a few non-essential organs, but if you’re here to break me out I’ll tough it out.” he replied, wincing. Lewis and Nate frowned at each other. 

   “Zander...” Nate said in a “concerned mom” tone of voice. Lewis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

   “Well, I would just break Nate and CeeCee out and come back for you, but...”

   “We’re not leaving him here.” Nate insisted, folding his right arm over his stump.

   “Oh so you’re part of the rescue committee now?” Lewis snapped. 

   “Hey! Stop fighting. Make up your minds.” Zander barked at them, coughing at the strain he had put on his voice.  “If you have to, leave me here. I get that I’ll be a pain to carry, and the guards here are gonna shoot you to pieces if you aren’t quick. Just don’t waste time fighting over what to do with me.”

   Nate swallowed. He hated that Zander was right, and he hated how calmly Zander was accepting this. He had always been ready to give up his life for the cause, even now that it was over. 

   “No. Shut the fuck up Zander, we’re gonna get you out. Somehow.” Lewis insisted. He muttered and pulled out a comm device.  “Where the fuck are they... Come on come on...” 

   He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when the “guard” who came in took off their helmet to reveal Milo, very flushed and out of breath. 

   “Where’s Tara?” Lewis questioned him, pulling him into the room and closing the door. Milo shrugged, the mute boy signing something to Lewis. Nate didn’t quite catch all of it, but he understood that he was saying something about CeeCee. Lewis nodded.  “Alright, cool. Nate, help Zander up.”  Nate nodded, going over to Zander’s side. 

   “You ready man?” he asked, sliding his arm under Zander’s shoulders and lifting him up. Zander winced but nodded, pushing himself up. Nate slowly eased him up, helping him swing his legs over the side of the bed and stand up. The burns on his leg still looked horrific, but the bruising on his side was clearly the root of most of his pain. Even though it had been a few months, the abhorrent “care” the elites had given him hadn’t helped his injuries. Once he was fully up on his feet, he let out a small yelp and nearly collapsed. Nate held him up, trying to have a firm enough grip to keep him from passing out without hurting him.

   Milo and Lewis signed to each other passionately, occasionally checking a small comm device for a signal. Nate helped Zander limp his way over to them.

   “What’s the plan?” Zander asked. Lewis looked up at him.

   “We have one more person, we have to wait for them. I told them to get CeeCee but they aren’t back yet and they aren’t telling me anything, so honestly we may be fucked.” he sighed, running a hand through his greasy blonde hair. Zander’s face darkened at the thought that CeeCee could be in danger. He knew that the guards would kill her if they saw her trying to escape, no questions asked. 

   “How reliable is your friend?” he asked Lewis. He needed to know what the chances were that he’d be able to see CeeCee again.

   “They’re the best.” Lewis assured him.  

   “And CeeCee’s better than the best, you know that. If anyone could make it out of here it’s her.” Nate added. Zander nodded, anxiety still clouding his head. 

   After a few moments, Lewis sighed. 

   “I would love to wait for Tara, but we have to go. They might still be able to get out on their own, but we have to leave.”  Zander closed his eyes. He understood.

   “Then let’s go.”  Milo and Lewis both gave him sympathetic looks before putting on the helmet disguises and opening the door.

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   CeeCee was perfectly fine with breaking herself out, which was essentially what she was doing at this point. Someone in an elite guard uniform had opened her cell, motioned for her to come out, refused to touch her and then opened a vent and crawled inside. Unfortunately for CeeCee, this person was quite a lot thinner than she was.

   “I’m a big girl, you think I can fit in there?” she asked, peering into the narrow crawl space. The person looked at her blankly and shrugged. She had a sinking suspicion that this person was either deaf or didn’t speak the same language as she did. The person hesitated, but eventually they crawled through the vent and disappeared. Which was fine. CeeCee could handle herself, and this person was not obligated to risk their life to save her. It was just slightly odd that someone who couldn’t speak to her, didn’t want to touch her and couldn’t bring her with them would open her cell door and make it appear that they were here to break her out. 

   Oh well, life was weird. The only thing to do was to get out of here as fast as fucking possible, which was exactly what she planned to do. She slunk along the wall of the corridor, always looking behind her shoulder. She needed to find a weapon. There, just across the hall, an armed guard... Could she take them? She hadn’t been able to take care of her body the last few months, she didn’t know if she was strong enough to have a proper fight. She needed to be stealthy. She took a deep breath, walking up to them, measuring every footstep. Every step had to be quiet. Every breath had to be held. Once she was behind the guard, she leaped up, wrapping her arm around his neck in a headlock, pulling him down. The guard was taller than her, most people were since she was only 5′0, but she could use that to her advantage. Forcing someone who was six feet tall to bend over backwards to her height was a particular favorite tactic. 

   “Give me your gun.” she growled. The guard choked and clawed at her arm, but she didn’t let him go.

   “Get off him!” barked a voice from behind her. She spun around. A new guard was running up to her, but behind him was-

   “Zander?” she gasped, dropping the guard. Zander looked up at her and his eyes widened. 

   “CeeCee! Oh my life, CeeCee.”  

   She took a better look around her. The two “guards” were actually... Lewis and Milo? Lewis was still alive?

   “What’s goin’ on?” she asked as Nate helped Zander limp over to her.

   “We’re breaking out.” Nate answered matter of factly. 

   “Where’s Tara?” Lewis asked. CeeCee shook her head, trying to back up.

   “Tara? Breaking out? The fuck is happening?”  Lewis looked around at the other men.

   “Tara is supposed to be breaking you out.”  CeeCee remembered the strange person who disappeared into the vent.

   “Yeah, she disappeared. I dunno where the fuck she went.”

   “They.”

   “Sorry, they disappeared.”  Lewis cursed under his breath.

   “Fuck.”

   Zander coughed and everyone turned around to him.

   “No time... To talk.” he said with another cough. CeeCee felt her heart break. 

   “We have to get him out of here.”  

   “Yeah. Let’s go.”  Zander shook his head vehemently. 

   “No, you should leave me here, I’ll weigh you down. You have to go.”  CeeCee grabbed his shirt collar with her left hand and yanked him forward.

   “Alexander Ashworth, shut the actual fuck up. If you were any more damn stupid I’d swear that all those years around Kenji sapped your ability to make rational thoughts.” she snapped, roughly grabbing him away from Nate and starting to carry him away.  “Y’all coming?” she shouted back at the three other men, who were just standing in shock. They quickly shook themselves out of their surprise and scurried along behind her. Zander laughed quietly to himself.

   “I love you.” he whispered. CeeCee would’ve been more than happy to return the sentiment, but right now she was focused on getting her idiot boyfriend out of here.

   Something didn’t feel right about all of this. This was way too easy.

   “Lewis, did you kill the alarms on your way in?” CeeCee asked.

   “We were going to, but they were all disconnected already. It was weird, but we didn’t have time to question it.” he responded, looking over his shoulder. She swallowed nervously.

   “Now may be a good time to question it. I think that they’re setting up a trap for us.”  Milo looked over at her, eyes wide, before roughly jabbing Lewis in the ribs and signing “I fucking told you so.” Lewis winced and looked down.

   “I don’t know man... I thought maybe we were having some good luck.”  Nate sighed.

   “When have we ever had good luck, Lewis?” CeeCee chimed in, doing her best to look authoritative while also struggling to hold up Zander. Nate frowned at her.

   “So... Now what?”  Zander coughed, less in a “I’m dying” kind of way and more in a “notice me” sort. 

   “I swear on my father’s body that if you tell me to leave you and save myself, I’m gonna make sure you’re the only person who leaves here alive.” CeeCee hissed at him. He smiled at her weakly.

   “I know. But I really am just weighing you down, and if shit hits the fan then you won’t be able to drag me all the way out there.”

   “You don’t fuckin’ know what I can or can’t do.” she snapped. Zander sighed. 

   “CeeCee... Baby, I-”

   Before he could finish, a siren started blaring.

   “I guess they fixed the alarms.” Lewis sighed, grabbing Nate and Milo and pulling them along behind him as he started to sprint.

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   Zander appreciated so much that CeeCee would stick with him no matter what. He loved her so much, and that was why he was going to sacrifice himself for her when she couldn’t carry him anymore. He couldn’t be dragged around by her, risking her life and the lives of Nate, Milo, Lewis and maybe even Lewis’ friend Tara. There was only one hitch in his plan; CeeCee had a very strong grip on him and was one of the most determined people who had ever lived. There was no way she was going to let him go.

   “Shit! Fuck! Fuck!” Lewis shouted as he sprinted furiously down the halls of the prison complex. Guards had been alerted to the security breach and weren’t at all happy about it. A bullet whizzed over Milo’s head, narrowly missing him. Nate looked like he very much wanted to say something but was just in for the proverbial ride. Zander felt useless, like a slab of meat. He couldn’t run, couldn’t fight, could barely even stand up. How was he supposed to keep up? He couldn’t keep up, which meant CeeCee couldn’t keep up. A gunshot echoed in the corridor. Blood? No, they were fine. Keep running. Keep up.

   “Fuck, fuck, keep running. Keep going.” Lewis was chanting, a reminder to himself. Keep going. Keep up.

   The entrance was there. So close. Guards, blocking the way to freedom. No, not freedom, but close enough. As close as they could get. 

   “What do we do?” CeeCee called out. Nobody knew, but someone had to answer. Another gunshot. It sounded further away. One of the guards at the door fell, the others turned around. 

   Sirens still blared, so loud, so close, everywhere. How could anyone focus in here? They couldn’t, too loud. 

   “Just run.” Nate answered. That was all they could do. No time to focus, no time for questions. Just run. Just hope that running would work. So they ran. Zander felt like he was going to pass out. As he kept forcing his body to go beyond its limit, he suddenly felt like he was out of his body. That wasn’t it. He felt like he was still inside his body, but there was no control. Only beating heart, heavy breaths. Only running. Only sweat, dripping down his forehead and back. He couldn’t control his movements. He couldn’t control it when he collapsed. 

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CeeCee

Cecilia "CeeCee" Camryn is an anomaly in OQ's society. She technically has enough money to be an upper class citizen, but her race and unconventional style make her "undesirable" to the elites. She's fine with this, even though lower class life is difficult and sometimes nearly unlivable, as she would "rather die than be a stuck up rich bitch." Her do no harm and take no shit attitude makes her a perfect mix of soft and strong. Strong enough to stand up for herself, her beliefs and those she loves, but not abrasive or cold like... a certain colleague of hers.

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CHARACTER MASTERLIST -

Kenji Akemi Hirayama ; 41, 5'11 (181 cm), mixed race (Asian/Caucasian), cis male, pansexual

• obstinate, aggressive, antisocial, spiteful

• founded rebellion to get revenge on the elites

Alexander Flynn "Zander" Ashworth ; 40, 6'0 (183 cm), Caucasian, cis male, bisexual

• outgoing, cunning, mellow, kind, a simp

• founded rebellion to bring justice to those being oppressed

Cecilia "CeeCee" Camryn ; 36, 5'0 (152 cm), African American, cis female, heterosexual

• introverted, calm, independent, good sense of humour

• joined rebellion to bring justice to those being oppressed

Nathaniel Elias Sharp Junior ; 38, 5'10 (178 cm), Caucasian, cis male, homosexual

• chronic insomniac, socially awkward, absentminded, depressed

• joined rebellion to honor his parents' memory

Carson James Pryce ; 35, 6'2 (188 cm), mixed race (Caucaisn/Asian), cis male, heterosexual

• paranoid, power hungry, self centered, irritable

• leader of the regime, protects his identity so that only he knows his true position in the government

Lewis Spiorad ; 18, 5'6 (168 cm), Caucasian, cis male, questioning

• chaotic, impulsive, bitter, hates authority

• joined rebellion to get revenge on the elites

Genevieve Delilah "The Empress" Ashworth ; 60, 5'3 (160 cm), Caucasian, cis female, heterosexual

• cold, calculated, cruel, manipulative

• government official in charge of overseeing the medical system

Alezander Till Kreus ; 34, 5'10 (178 cm), Caucasian, cis male, bisexual

• insecure, impulsive, stubborn, crass

• joined rebellion because he was essentially shunned from elite society

Delia Margarette "Delia Grace" Kreus ; 29, 5'7 (170 cm), Caucasian, cis female, closeted lesbian

• anxious, timid, submissive (not in that way get your head out of the gutter)

• forced by Carson Pryce to be the primary newscaster, spreads propaganda against her will

Jesse Odjana ; 34, 5′11 (181 cm), Caucasian, cis male, bisexual

• philanthropic, good teacher, patient, gentle but stern

• diplomat from the British Columbia region who journeyed across the wasteland of central Canada to see how the Eastern region was doing, decided to join the rebellion

Milo-Jonathon Doe ; 17, 5′8 (172 cm), Caucasian, cis male, questioning

• mild mannered, responsible, quiet

• joined the rebellion because he found out that his biological father, Zander Ashworth, was leading it, unfortunately he cannot tell Zander that he’s his son since he can’t speak

Tara Fortier ; 25, 5′8 (172 cm), mixed race (Latinx/Metis), nonbinary afab, asexual

• abrasive, sarcastic, loyal, stubborn

• wastelander, befriended Lewis during his time outside the walls

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INTRODUCTION; RESERVED FOR NEW RECRUITS

YEAR: 215, N.E [ 215 years since the war, since the beginning of the new era ]

LOCATION: Toronto, Ontario-Quebec area [ no long the republic of Canada ]

The elite regime has been oppressing our people for over 2 centuries and refusing us the knowledge of the outside world that many of us have wanted. Our world has already been destroyed by war and disease, and now all of us who aren’t white, straight, cisgender or rich are shot and dragged away to literal dumps. We are not people to them, we are objects. And now, here we are. You have decided to join our revolution.

My name is Zander Ashworth, and I know what you’re thinking. Why am I, one of the richest of the rich, fighting to take down the system that benefits me more than anyone else? Because I care. As a child, I saw first hand as my poor friends were abused by my father’s military system and my aunt’s abuse of her influence in the healthcare system. Together with my good friend Kenji Hirayama, we have started a rebellion, and over the past twenty years we have slowly but surely shaken the public’s faith in the government.

Since you’re new here, you should know who’s who around here. Kenji is our leader, he’s in charge of basically all of our big decisions. Please don’t talk to him directly if you need something, he’s not the social type. Our primary weapons guy is Nate Sharp. He’s also not the most social, but he tries his best. If you ever have any kind of issue, talk to CeeCee Camryn. She’s also the most beautiful woman in the world and I understand if you feel drawn to her, but she is taken. Finally, there’s me. I fund the entire operation and my main passion here is uncovering the truth about our history. 

That’s it. Now you’re ready to talk to Nate and start your official training. Life be best with you.